Chapter New Year’s
Christmas came and went. James and Daphne had gone on three more dates but hadn’t moved any further.
Daphne couldn’t help but smile when she got a text from him and Julia messaged her sometimes now too.
She was starting to imagine and think of a future together, but would quickly dismiss it as fairy tales.
James and Julia went back to British Columbia for Christmas, but Daphne and James had planned out their next date.
Would you be my New Years date? James texted her.
You going to ask someone else? ?? She’d replied.
Just wanted to make sure you had a dress, something about a skirt that’s so sexy.
Skirts huh? ??
Easier…access ??
Daphne couldn’t help but read over the message, an aching and a longing between her legs. With all of the dates, her attraction toward James had only increased, making it harder and harder to not take him home and recreate what they’d done in her camper.
Daphne touched up her lipstick in the mirror and adjusted her dress. She had bought it just because of tonight, with a mesh centerpiece and side pieces to emphasize her curves and draw James’s eyes.
She checked her heels and looked over herself, filled with confidence. She fought to not bite her tongue, thinking about James in his suit and wondering how he would look at her in the dress.
As it was a public event, they couldn’t do anything together or else it might affect their case. That only made it more thrilling.
She pulled on her jacket, hiding her dress underneath. Her phone vibrated, telling her that her taxi was there.
***
Daphne walked through the front door of the venue. People looked over to the entrance to see who had arrived. As she took off her jacket, the number of stares only increased.
Daphne entered the party with a smile. Looking around, she caught the eye of James. He excused himself from his conversation and headed over to her.
She didn’t miss the way that he checked her out, or the way his eyes darkened with hunger.
“Miss Thomas, it’s good to see you.” He hugged her briefly.
“You too, James.” She smiled, keeping things simple. She could see the laughter in his eyes and almost hit him with her clutch.
“It’s been too long since I saw you last. How were your holidays?” James asked, guiding her away.
His eyes stayed rooted to her. She was thrilled at their need to hide from everyone and her mind even started to think of dirtier and more provocative things that they could do in public. The more she had seen James, the greater her desire had become, to the point that she masturbated daily to try to satisfy her craving for him.
They talked about what they had done in their time apart and talked a bit about the case. James introduced her to others he knew, as she did the same for him. They worked the room with ease, veterans with networking, and helped the other when needed.
It seemed so natural as they flowed through it all.
They moved to a darker corner of the bar where there was no one around, now with drinks in hand.
James leaned over to whisper in her ear, his hand hidden by his body as he grabbed her ass. “I feel like that dress is making me lose my self-control.”
Daphne looked over. She turned to face him, her body hiding her hand now as she ran her nails on the inside of his thigh. “Maybe I want you to.” Daphne’s eyes flashed. Her nipples hardened as her mind started to imagine different scenarios.
“Countdown, everyone!” someone yelled out as the televisions started to show the countdown to midnight.
“Three!”
“Two!”
“One! Happy New Year!”
People kissed and others clinked drinks together.
“To you, Miss Thomas.” James held up his glass.
“And you, Mister Waters.” Daphne tapped her glass to his and leaned in closer. “I hope you can make me scream tonight.” She gripped his leg and turned to face the room.
“Was that an invitation?” James asked next to Daphne’s ear, so close she could feel his breath.
She looked at him with a smile, her silence telling him all he needed to know.
“I think I might grab a taxi at the Tim Hortons down the road.” Daphne pulled out her phone and showed where she was thinking.
“Someone was thinking ahead?” James smiled.
“Someone was thinking that she wanted you tonight.” Daphne’s words seemed to make James speechless, She could tell that his hunger for her had been ignited. “See you in fifteen?”
“Going to need some way to work out this energy.”
Daphne laughed and turned to walk away, feeling James’s eyes on her as she walked tall and with confidence. She made small talk with a few people and said a few good-byes before heading out of the venue.
The thrill of flirting with James under all of their noses, the secret rendezvous—it was tantalizing, almost scandalous.
She quickly headed off to the meet-up spot. It wasn’t long until James appeared, going down the side of the Tim Hortons.
“I called a taxi,” Daphne said.
“Good. We’ve got at least five minutes,” James said.
She pulled him to her, kissing him deeply.
His hand slipped under her jacket and skirt. He ran a finger over her panties, teasing her through her clothes as her need only increased. Even as they kissed each other hungrily, his finger moved slowly, only heightening the ache between her legs and making her squirm as she needed more. She needed him.
She grabbed at his crotch, finding a noticeable bulge there and eliciting a sense of accomplishment, knowing how she had been driving him crazy as well. “Good to see you’re ready.” A smile appeared on her face.
James pressed against her slowly, making her move her legs as she leaned forward into him. “I don’t think I’m the only one,” he whispered in her ear.
She saw that teasing, lustful look in his eyes. Her body turned into an electric wire under that look.
She kissed him, biting his lower lip hard before pulling back, using the wall as support, her breathing rushed. Her cheeks flushed; her bountiful chest strained against her dress as she breathed rapidly, looking around to make sure no one saw them.
James made to move forward but stopped his movements, reaching into his jacket to grab his phone. “Taxi is here.” He shifted his pants to accommodate his engorged self.
“Be needing that soon.” Daphne ran her nails over his pants.
James let out a frustrated noise and she could see the need in his eyes.
Quickly, he moved to the exit of the alleyway. Daphne followed behind. He checked around, making sure that there was no one there before he and Daphne moved to the taxi that was rolling up the street. They hailed it down and jumped into the backseat.
“Fifty-seven Bay Street, please,” Daphne said.
“Can do. Happy New Year’s, you two!” the taxi driver said.
“You too,” Daphne said, James smiling and nodding as well.
The two of them held themselves in check in the taxi, just holding hands. When their eyes met, the lust there forced them to look away or else they might do something unwanted in the back of the taxi.
“We’re here,” the taxi driver said.
“Thanks,” James said as Daphne was already out of the taxi. James quickly paid the man and got out.
Daphne opened the door to her apartment building.
They passed through the lobby, their hands finding each other’s as they got to the elevator and stepped inside.
James pushed Daphne against the wall of the elevator. His body pushed against hers as he kissed her hungrily. She let out a light moan as she pressed her legs together.
The elevator came to a stop and James let her go.
She quickly adjusted her clothes and walked out of the elevator and to her apartment. She worked on opening the door as James’s hand rested on her lower thigh and moved higher, coming to rest on her hip. She opened the door with an explosive push. She threw the keys and her clutch, turning around as James kicked the door closed.
They tore at each other’s clothing as Daphne walked backward, guiding him through the apartment. Jackets, shoes, James’s shirt and then pants.
Daphne tried getting her zipper.
James turned her around so she was facing her bed. He pushed her hair to the side, kissing her neck and unzipping her dress.
She grabbed the straps and pulled it down.
James looked over her milky skin, the curve of her bust and hips.
He pulled off his pants as she shrugged off her dress.
He grabbed her panties, slowly pulling them down before he pushed her forward so she was bent over, revealing everything from behind. James spread her open from behind. His tongue flickered out.
Daphne shuddered, arching her back. She knew how wet she’d become in anticipation.
James’s tongue explored, eliciting moans before she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Put it in,” she half-groaned/complained.
James stood and rubbed his erection against her opening, teasing her.
There was no awkwardness between them. It was as if they were back in that camper once again, exploring each other’s bodies. Now there was no fear of it ending: Daphne was his and James was hers.
This excitement, these feelings—she wanted to give him everything; she would do anything to please him and wanted all of him.
She let out noises of complaint, a soft whimper.
His tip caressed her once again.
She couldn’t take it anymore and pushed backward slowly, taking him inside her.
The two of them moaned as her back arched and she flicked her hair out of her sight. She looked up at the mirror, seeing the look of desire on his face. She had claimed him once again and he had taken her, seeing that look, and knowing his focus was her.
James grabbed her hips and thrust with deep, long, and slow strokes. It was enough to make Daphne squirm in pleasure after the anticipation.
Their eyes locked with each other’s as Daphne’s breaths turned heavy, her nipples so hard they hurt. She grabbed his hand and directed it to her breast, showing him how he affected her. She pushed into him, wanting more.
He picked up speed, taking her from behind, dominating her. He pushed her down, taking control and opening her wider.
“Yes! Harder!” She was rewarded with him smacking her ass. The pain mixed with pleasure as she tensed up, letting out a shocked breath.
She was his—being taken like this, submitting to him. The ache in her hips was fire as she reached up and gently played with herself. All he wanted from her, she would give.
“Damn,” James groaned.
She grit her teeth. Her legs—her entire body—shook, tensing as she rode the pleasure. She wasn’t in control and it was bliss, her trust for James allowing her to submit.
At the mix of thoughts and desires, Daphne reached her climax. Her upper body moved without conscious commands. As she rose on her toes, they curled. She let out a breath that came from deep in her stomach as she clenched up.
James grabbed her by the neck, pulling her up as she still shuddered, making her watch as he drove into her from behind.
She arched her back more, feeling him hitting her deep. She couldn’t hold it in anymore; her hips spasmed and her teeth ground together as her eyes flickered open and closed.
James was nearing his end; she could feel it in his thrusts. He pulled out from her; her entire body shook as he pulled her up, turned her around, and pushed her down onto her knees.
She wanted to be his slave, she wanted to be punished, she wanted to be dominated.
She looked up into his eyes, pleading with him as the wetness between her legs showed her excitement. She grabbed him and worked him with her mouth and hand. She saw him reaching his end; she craved it, feeling the crazy heat that ran through her body and made her quiver.
“Shit,” James said in a release of ecstasy as he reached his limit.
Daphne closed her eyes as she felt hot stickiness on her lips, neck, breasts, and in her mouth. She opened her eyes as some of it touched her nipple, making her shiver.
She closed her mouth and swallowed, wiping her lips off with the back of her hand. She was covered in a layer of sweat, as well as her own and James’s juices.
“You drive me fucking insane,” James said.
Daphne felt that warm throbbing between her legs again. “Night’s still young, but I need a shower.” She stood up slowly, taking pleasure in the way his eyes followed her every movement, as if she were the only thing in existence.
She didn’t miss how he twitched either.
She moved to the bathroom, flaunting her body, each step making her assets shake. She glanced over her shoulder as she reached the doorway. “This one’s big enough for two.”
“Shouldn’t let that go to waste then.” James moved toward her.
A thrill filled her, knowing that she was desired and she desired.
The night is still young.
***
Daphne woke up slowly. For a rare change, James was still asleep.
Her breasts hurt from being so stimulated and she was left with a satisfying feeling between her legs.
She was thankful for her blinds that kept out all but thin rays of light coming through the windows.
Daphne looked over at James. She realized that she could lie there, watching him sleep, forever. That she could be beside him forward. She liked Julia; she liked the lazy weekends, the way that she and James worked together.
And he definitely knows how to work me. Daphne smiled, thinking about last night with a satisfied, deep breath.
It seemed to have summoned James from his sleep. He shifted slightly, getting a ray of sunlight in his face. He cracked an eye at the intruding light and saw Daphne. His frown turned into a smile as he reached out, pulling her closer.
“Hi,” Daphne said.
“Hi,” James said.
The two of them lay there, looking at each other.
“Hungover?” Daphne asked.
“Sorry—can’t hear you past my skull cracking from the inside,” James said with a half-closed eye.
Daphne shook her head as James stretched.
“Want to come over and recover with me?” James asked.
“I have to work in two days,” Daphne said.
“Movies, couch, order in and blankets,” James tempted.
Daphne pursed her lips. It sounded good but she didn’t want to leave bed.
“Come on. In two days, we’re going to be busy as hell and I just want to spend another lazy day with my two favorite girls,” James said.
“Trying to guilt me into it?” Daphne poked his chest.
“Maybe. Is it working?” The corner of James’s mouth curled up into a mischievous smile.
“Yes.”
“Good. Ugh, I feel like a damn brewery.” James made to move before he rolled back and kissed her. “Happy New Year’s.”
“Happy New Year’s.” She looked into his eyes, satisfied, secure, and happy.